Wet caged masquerades
Cattle low as hanging fruit
Ferment in the bog
We have all been here before
It’s Deja-vu again
Mystery repeats itself
First time stealthy
Next time selfie
posted on Facebook
by wholesome lonesome cops
looking for promotion
& insurrection
To record for training vids
Go to Youtube – have a look
Midnight:
The Noasis Lounge
Steel water side
Mercury safe
Clandestine
Legumes
Smoke
Slow vermillion
endoplasm
Indigo
moonlit spook
glides homeless
rest rooms
weeping
stones
A chaos of familiar streets edge the hub,
smell the humming throng murmur and burr.
Was that a car door or a suicide bomb,
splatting like a bursted, maddened boil?
We look up for more, get none and get back up to pace.
Streets wail blocked with beds and wardens.
We bustle along skulking, tutting, smiling,
Snarled, peering, eyes down, anti-heroes,
Loose limbed, bloodied free climbers…
But the main sport selfie masks –
learnt as toddlers when we dodged all
punishment for our misdemeanours.
Grimbeau 